Don't know why
Lil Boosie Lyrics


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HOOK: If ya don't know know ya know (know know know) x2

(Verse 1)
I was raised in the jungle where dem killas swang vines
And if a nigga got a problem
Add it up its my nine
I was exposed to these killas out here doin they crimes
So all I know is load the clip up
And go smoke me a dime
And its some dirty cops out here
So I guess I can pay time
Throw down a couple racks and roll rite back to my place
Aint no need for no court its just another cold case
But when my nigga got locked up it was a slap in da face
I just hope I don't get caught up
And go and ketch me a case

I'll have yo baby momma cryin
Like she was sprayed wit some mace
And I got dat berry kush
Come and get you a taste
25 for a gram
come and spend you some bills
and light it up
and lean back it aint nothing but thrills
I don't fuck wit da rocks but I fuck wit da glocks
Hit ya up and leave you sinkin
Like you feel of a dock
Man these pussys pointing fingers
Like a muthaphukin clock
But when I let off dat choppa
I make they fucken heart stop




So you pussys cool wit me
If you don't tic or toc

Overall Meaning

In the song "Don't Know Why", Lil Boosie talks about his upbringing in a rough and dangerous environment. He was raised in the jungle where killers swung vines and shootings were an everyday affair. In this verse, Lil Boosie raps about his experience with crime, filthy cops, and the prison system. He highlights the need for self-defense in such an environment by loading up the clip and smoking his enemies. He understands the risk of going to jail, but he's willing to throw in money to pay for his freedom. Lil Boosie also mentions his drug dealing activities, where he sells berry kush for a high price and doesn't engage in the sale of rocks. Through his lyrics, Lil Boosie makes it clear that he is not afraid to kill those who challenge him, and warns that he can make a heart stop with his choppa.


One of the striking themes in this song is the glorification of gangster culture in the black community, which is reflected in Boosie's lyrics. The song speaks to the hopelessness that perpetuates the cycle of gang violence, drug activities, and crime in some African American neighborhoods. Lil Boosie notes that this is a systemic problem that is perpetuated by the lack of resources and opportunities in economically deprived communities. Overall, the song paints the picture of a young black man trying to survive and thrive in a world where violence is rampant and the justice system is corrupt.


Line by Line Meaning

If ya don't know know ya know (know know know) x2
If you're not aware, I'm here to inform you (repeating multiple times for added emphasis)


I was raised in the jungle where dem killas swang vines
I grew up in a dangerous place where criminals held power


And if a nigga got a problem Add it up its my nine
If anyone messes with me, I'm ready to defend myself by using my gun


I was exposed to these killas out here doin they crimes So all I know is load the clip up And go smoke me a dime
I have seen people committing crimes and it has influenced me to become like them by using guns to hurt people


And its some dirty cops out here So I guess I can pay time Throw down a couple racks and roll rite back to my place
There are corrupt police officers around, so if I get caught I can just bribe them to get away with it


Aint no need for no court its just another cold case But when my nigga got locked up it was a slap in da face I just hope I don't get caught up And go and ketch me a case
Our justice system is flawed and biased, but when my friend got arrested it made me realize my own actions could have consequences


I'll have yo baby momma cryin Like she was sprayed wit some mace
I'll hurt someone so badly that their loved ones will be in tears


And I got dat berry kush Come and get you a taste 25 for a gram come and spend you some bills and light it up and lean back it aint nothing but thrills
I'm selling drugs and encouraging others to spend their money on it for a quick high


I don't fuck wit da rocks but I fuck wit da glocks Hit ya up and leave you sinkin Like you feel of a dock
I don't do crack, but I do use guns to shoot and hurt people, leaving them feeling like they're drowning


Man these pussys pointing fingers Like a muthaphukin clock But when I let off dat choppa I make they fucken heart stop
People try to blame others for their problems, but when I use my gun I stop their heart, ending their life


So you pussys cool wit me If you don't tic or toc
I'm only okay with people who don't irritate me or get in my way




Writer(s): Webster Gradney, Chad Butler

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Rap Song Mv Bill - Slum soldier (Soldado do morro) English subtitles

My condition is grim
I can't even go out, I can't chill
This live I live I can't play around
I'm packing a 9mm and an HK
For my safety and for peace in the slum
If something happens, I'm one more dead soldier
24 hours of tension
Watching cops and hating the enemies
I'm up for it 100%
There's one more full clip in my pocket
Now I can buy any clothes I want
A bunch of hoes wanting to fuck me
Envying my money they forget about the danger
Fashion here is to be a thug's wife
No success I keep my eyes wide open
They just smacked another fool who wanted to play smart
This shit harasses me 'Til the end
At this very moment my mom's praying for me
That's how It Is....
They stole my soul but didn't take my faith
I can't look myself in the mirror
I'm a warrior, red command (Brazilian gang)
My boo's home with my kid
Now I can offer them th e best things in life
Many times I felt less of a man, unemployed and my kid starving
It's too easy to criticize me, society has raised me
And now wants to kill me
To convict me and leave me to die in prison
I'd be a TV flash news
It'd be different if I was just a preppy boy
Raised with lots of goodles
Private high school, then college
No, that's not how my reality goes
I'm a regular nigga brave, filled with hate, slum soldier

(Chorus)
Ugly and smart with a badass face
Society has raised me as one more outcast
I have a 9mm and a HK filled with hate in the slum
I'm ready to pop caps

One for the power, two for the money
A lot of guys came in for the fame
Covered a drug house having lots of other options
Didn't last for long, woke up lying in the hole
My word is straight, bond
I heard it from an old thug
Standing here I don't have any brothers
Just this heater I hold in my hand
Like a bird defending its nest
I'll blast the first one who gets in my way
Outlaw, called a subject, now crime provides for me
I've begged in the streets, I've humiliated myself
I've been stomped at, only I know what I've been through
I know, It won't justify
My time is scarce I don't know how long I'll last
It's worst than asking for a favor
"Please give me a job, I've got a small kid, sir"
Huge line, me and three hundred others
After a very long wait, no jobs for the moment
Same shit everyday is fucked up, that's what causes revolt
I'm lost, one more nigga packing
I know, I'm stressed, who's to blame?
Who makes war and never dies for it
Distributes drugs that destroy the slum
Making money out of our reality
They've left me between crime and needs

(Chorus)
Ugly and smart with a badass face
Society has raised me as one more outcast
I have a 9mm and a HK filled with hate in the slum
I'm ready to pop caps

Violence in the slum has started to go down to the streets
Homicide, kidnapping, armed robbery
Those who should protect
Invade the slums gunshot at hand
I know the world I live in is wrong
But when I needed nobody was by my side
Wrong for wrong who never made a mistake?
That guy asking for votes has also killed
He put me on the rotten side of society
With lots of drugs, lot of guns, lots of evil
A life in crime Is a slow suicide
Bangu 1, 2, 3 (Prisons) my friends are in there
I know how it is, I know the end
A negative balance, one less outcast
For society to count, one less in the list
To add in the sad statistics
Of young guys like me who don't know what fear Is
Seduced by crime from an early age
Even knowing there's no future
I didn't want to be in this shit
I'm already losing, shot in the belly
In the next raid who knows If they'll kill me
And I'm leave my child alone
With a tendency to follow my path
If I fall only my mother will cry
In line there's a bunch of kids wanting my place
I don't know if it's worst to become a criminal
Or to work 'til death for 90$ minimum wage
Me in crime what an irony of fate
My mother's worried, her son's lost
While my time hasn't arrived
I'll see you in the slum sometime

(Chorus)
Ugly and smart with a badass face
Society has raised me as one more outcast
I have a 9mm and a HK filled with hate in the slum
I'm ready to pop caps



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Patrick Henderson

Used to bump this shit religiously and running in to it today took me back.

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Cant wait to see Webbie n boosie perform together again

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“Pussy and crime, keys, zones,nickels and dimes” #classic 😂😂✊🏾

ChyNa TowN

36 in 2022 and still bumpin this faithfully.. I miss the Ghetto Stories #BoosieAndWebbie

Sweetbaby Wilkerson

This take me straight to the Hood Memories...😃😃

Dunchesze Perry

U right about that

Qween Jones

I miss you boy!! Come back Webbie!! 2k19 Still bumping!!

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We need this music today 💯💪🏽

boywhohadatiger

“And I didn’t have the dope ma I swear they lied and you remember ol boy yea you right he jive” that’s some real shit

Bgm Yung Gee

2019 and this shit still slidin

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